So I asked my daughter-in-law to see if she could find the heart.
But she couldn't.
And I went out to the garage and looked in my car thinking the heart might be there.
But it wasn't.
And then I thought to myself, "Hey, you can kinda/sorta make a heart like that so you can still tell the story."
So I did.
Here's the story.
This past Wednesday afternoon I went to pick the Grandlittles up from school.
The little one, Morgan, always gets out about ten minutes before her sisters because she's in Kindergarten. She's always happy and skipping and full of joyous energy.
But this past Wednesday she came outside really subdued and really, really quiet.
"Hey, Mo! Are you okay?"
She didn't answer me. Instead she handed me a paper heart.
It looked kinda/sorta like this one, but it was much, much sweeter.
"This is cute, Mo. But why was your day so bad?"
"Grandma? I made this heart for everybody but then all the kids started making fun of my nickname."
"Morgan, what do you mean your nickname?"
"Grandma! My nickname! You know? Momo?"
"Morgan? I'm sorry. What do you mean they were making fun of you?"
"Grandma! See that hole up there on my heart? That's from a tear. A tear from when they were making fun of my nickname!"
"Morgan? I'm sorry. I didn't know that hole was from a tear. Do you want to tell me what they were saying about your nickname?"
"Grandma! Are you listening to me? They were making fun of my nickname, MoMo!"
I am pretty dense about some things, but I'm pretty quick to recognize when I'm on the losing end of a conversation, so I tried changing the subject.
"Well, Mo! It's really a pretty heart. So what do these letters down here mean?" I pointed to the FVBD.
She signed in disgust. "Grandma! You aren't listening to me! I told you I made the heart for For eVeryBoDy? See? Can you read that? For eVeryBoDy!"
I took her to the car and hugged the stuffing out of her until her sisters got out of school.
A hole from a tear?
And how could anybody make fun of my sweet little MoMo?